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The coder sits behind his screen
writing the prose that makes computers dance
and do his bidding cheerfully

His life is lonely; no one sees
him as a person with deep emotions
he’s a brain with no personality

Typing away in a language cryptic
his poetry translated by electronic chip set
into images and actions directed by unseen command

Although his world is of two dimensions
His mind delves deep into both future and past
To create wonderlands bound only by imagination

He’s thought out of the box for so long
That he no longer knows just what a box is
He’s into the clouds and beyond

In social settings (of which there are few)
He may be shy and awkward until he’s introduced
To others of like mind, with an IQ to match

Then he’s alive and into the fray
With syntax advice
And then the next day

He finds himself once more
In front of that screen
Typing away at the next coding dream

There was a young man from Bath
Who was very VERY bad at math
When he added two plus two
His answer just wouldn’t do
So his teacher gave him a bit of his wrath

* * *

There once was a bird could not sing
So she hid her head ‘neath her wing
She felt so ashamed
But she couldn’t to be blamed
Everyone knows chickens can’t sing a thing!

* * *

There once was a clock in a cathedral
Whose face was shaped tetrahedral
When the time was at ten
You only knew when
the Choir sang octahedral

* * *

There was a young lady who lived in an inn
And never needed any Pronexin
Who wandered forlorn
In full dress adorn
‘Cause she never knew which bed she’d sleep next in

* * *

In the interest of full disclosure
the fellow retained his composure
because it was said
if he yelled off his head
he might suffer a complete foreclosure

* * *

There once was a Muslim in jail
for refusing the Ayatollah to hail
his crime was a sin
but he still had to grin
at the jokes he received in the mail